(-Night is Done-Night is done, gone the moon, gone the starsFrom the skies.Fades the black of the nightComes the morn with rosy light.Fold your wings, go to sleep,Rest your gizzards,Safe you'll be for the day.Glaux is nigh.Far away is First Black,But it shall seep backOver fieldOver flowerIn twilight hour.We are home in our tree.We are owls, we are free.As we go, this we knowGlaux is nigh.)